The importance of educating a girl child
When you educate a girl child
You already educated many generations
Enabling them to live right in the society
Building their capacity
To take responsibility
To be independent, not a liability.
The importance of educating a girl child
The Bible already made it clear
Train up a child
In the way they should go
When they're old
They won't depart from it
Saying; woman be submissive to your husband.
To be educated, is to be liberated
Because what you don't know
Is bigger than you
Mother's nurture
While the father revives and survives the family
To be a queen, you have to make a king
Things for the great
Can never be tasted by mediocre
Maybe by deceit
Knowledge is better than fear.
He who is awake,
mind calm as a lake,
the Self recognised,
is God realised.
Through life’s storms unfazed,
by God’s grace amazed,
no desires tabled,
is bliss enabled.
The heart centre thawed,
focus fixed on God,
though in form is free,
roaming earth carefree.
Free from ego’s snare
and yet self-aware,
forgives one and all,
always standing tall.
Beyond three bodies,
bliss God embodies,
where we feel complete,
love and light replete.
From cosmic egg hatched,
pure presence detached,
atop love’s moonbeam,
sees life as a dream.
No tempests to tame,
the flicker-free flame,
just shines by itself,
as the light of Self.
he who beholds the light within all the time
whose perception is undifferentiated
breathing in grace betwixt bliss beat’s chime
consciousness fulcrum in the void located
he who dwells in the moment free from fear
vibrant in stillness seeing God everywhere
viewing life as a dream which will disappear
dwelling in the heart as awareness self-aware
he who knows without doubt he is not body-mind
viewing organic form as an earth life interface
flame of bliss magnetism divine aligned
flowing orientation being release and embrace
he who feels from God and existence no distance
empowered with the power of bilocation
within whom there remains no shred of resistance
always remaining immersed in meditation
Unsuppression
Exact wild convoluted digressions
Dispatched rap to re ramp tan
Hide all important novelties
As I confuse the vile
Stagnations the ball sawed dust till
Legends found tall
Ballerina indignant
The definition that wouldn't kiss
She wanted rules in verbs
Out of poison
Longing for idiom
We played out a sunlight
So I could pass on to heaven
What he might
A long a line in times
Well righting zincs
Wipe after wipe
I built a heart she never lept
Four cloves to the heart did grow
And removed her shucks from my lies
Brexit
We’re seeded as one, polarised as two,
hatched from the cosmic egg, then truly born,
feeling in heart, each and every bliss hue,
that thus in timeless time ego is shorn,
whence light of Self is the glow we adorn.
Having been, seen and so known who we are,
eternal light, shining like the North Star,
what’s imbibed must be assimilated,
else we’ll continue playing below par,
feeling as yet from God separated.
Unbroken awareness of light of Self,
seeing God in all objects manifest,
no residual desires on our shelf,
in midst of movement, poised always at rest,
vagaries of fate laughed off in light jest,
the liberated soul always feels whole,
as a non-doer in his ordained role,
radiating love and light at all times,
holding firm focus thus, his only goal,
heart’s rapture rising betwixt bliss beat’s chimes.
A google article gives 'allied troops' credit for liberation
Of the death camp.' It was Russian forces that did it really.'
Working in step with free countries.' When did they become enemies of the west.? Certainly under stalins rule
They were a threat..Yet in the late 1980s they proposed the
Glasnost agenda.' And handed East Berlin to n a t o.) With
The agreement n a t o would not move one inch further east.' Now they are the enemy again.? Although they are;
A free market country with a Christian ethos.' It all looks
Rather suspect to me.' Against such observations drawn from
History.'
(Girl playing, Tibet, 2009)
Memories of a Slave
The world, at least my world, is nothing if not predictable.
There are moments however when the Sun breaks through
and a real unexpected, enlightening, light shines.
Usually this is in dreams when I begin to float or fly,
but sometimes it’s just as simple as laughing
at the absurd twist of something someone says.
The effect though is joy, a moment of euphoria
when something is released, someone liberated.
I wonder about this
what its evolutionary purpose is
(rewarding innovation and novelty perhaps?),
but it strikes me as true
kindling a memory
that runs deeper than my own life,
or place in evolution,
that this is just the joy of someone,
who has been a slave from beginningless time,
when they get a momentary glimpse
beyond the ties that bind.
(12/13/23)
This music that is playing on this bus
Is robust, cheerful and energetic.
African beat if there ever was,
To give the journey a touch of magic.
It brings pep into my African foot,...
Like I could stand and start moving
And start people wondering what's afoot
That an adult man could do such a thing!
Yet a work colleague of mine
Did exactly that the other day.
He was clearly feeling fine,
In the passage dancing away!
Such is the character of our job.
Very deep its lows can be.
It has actually caused people to sob
And can make one feel really shabby!
Therefore, when a good moment comes
The likes of us can feel elated,...
Can take the floor without any qualms
When by music he is liberated!
In wake of a new born day,
under the peace of a floating clouds,
the ghost of slaughtered mem'ry rose
from the cracks of her sleepless grave,
to fill the heart she once tore.
The sleeper in the tomb awoke
to quench the flames of her broken home
and to heal the heart bleeding tears,
pleading her poor tortured home
with a flood of tattered tears
gushing from her burdened eyes.
Gold-digger of a golden heart.
Heaven wiped the weep
of a broken heart
and mended the pieces
of your broken home.
Thus, your tears no longer count,
your prey is no longer frail.
He had gone to kiss the lips of freedom,
liberated from shattered shade of hope.
Generally dreads the kitchen:
The incalculable losses it occasions one’s image.
Often with fried, oily chicken:
A company that doesn’t anything damage!
For all early morning jogs promptly ready!
Its healthy rejuvenation of a woman’s waist!
Has resolved not to be domiciled in a periphery,
Wherever seems to suggest a satellite
Eating rice with much stew against Beriberi:
A tradition of treading roads of laterite.
Unparalleled roles of reforms she can play
But sometimes the very driver of a fratricidal truck:
The ultimate prices of natural sacrifices she can pay,
Yet, the chief character behind some municipal ill-luck…
Not infrequently, recipient of cheers of a mammoth crowd,
As much the earner of the first bed in a bedlam.
From time to time a powerful voice on human affairs very loud
Not inconceivably between two hearty friends building a dam:
In some cases, emerging the people’s torchlight and battery,
still in others, the mastermind of a scheduled adultery.
Really? Where?
I still see them as fearful as fifty years ago.
To state any concerns about especially politics, and so.
Those fifty years ago when we wore little white gloves.
And batted our eyelashes like turtedoves.
And dared not utter a political thought....
For from my our husbands, our security was bought.
We have freedom now to slaughter our unborn at clinics.
We can wear pants and jeans and dress like men~
Pretending there is something chic in it?
Who are we just Betsy Ross?
Just to sew flags, keep our mouths shut and sit on garden moss!
What woman here will openly oppose abortion? (One, me)
That or you'd have to pay her much or face poetic extortion.
All the lantrenes and lovely shape poems we create.
Have ever, any, warned us that loss of our liberty is at stake?
So, given! A strong stance might douse your popularity.
And tarnish your chances forever to the owneer of a trophy be!
But a country under censorship is no way to live.
For our progeny's future, why the fear of a political missive?
2/24/2021
~2~
I found friends tunneling
huddled cloistered from the light
grief embraced the darkness
swaddled by veiled night
in a cave sequestered
bitter air smothers life
breath stifled chokes
struggle surrenders a life
deep dark and constricted
in a dank sandstone room
fanciful fabrications
begot a grotto tomb
tapping me on the shoulder
shadows dance teasing my eyes
a voice spoke commanding
Lazarus arise
probing rays in the shaft
pierced the blackest hollow
lighting a trail back
baited me to follow
I held the key that sprung the lock
broke the chains turned back the clock
a Phoenix rose melting cavern sand
on which I also rose to stand
Pre-dawn morn
snow blankets the ground
under its cover
fast asleep...
Well, hello, Mr. Sun
and welcome!
Smile, sparkle and shine
on spotless white lawns...
Aha! The first tear in the fabric
a clump of grass pops up
each green blade like a baby robin
yearning for Mother Bird's return
Only these are happy babies
reaching for sunlight...
Now another clump of grass appears
and another...and another...
Too many to count...
Icicles drip off the wood frame shed
Whole patches of grass are freed up
No longer captive to their white warden
Liberated, aching for the Fall of Winter
Ecstatic
the soul became
as
all body's honors and earthly
riches
were left behind!
Now,
free at last,
liberated from flesh's bonds,
for
alms of mercy
the
heaven implores! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 February 2019
* This week my last uncle- a good man - passed away.
It was left to me to pronounce the eulogy.
and i was the one who bore
the dread of saying goodbye-
the woman who eased my
own heart and shattered yours
with those five shocking words…
“i don’t love you anymore.”
i was bound to free you from
me eventually-
you were bound to love me
as long as you possibly could.
and into the ebon night i
erased our stars just as they
were aligning into orion’s
constellation.
the loss of you bestowed onto
me intense alleviation,
the loss of me broke your
wings as you were ready to fly.
sounds of your despair ricocheted
off my liberated heart.
July 31, 2018
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